Chapter 130

Camila pushed hard against his chest, her lips aching badly. Seeing her resist, Prescott frowned, clearly unhappy. What was wrong with this clueless woman? She really didn't want to kiss him that much? Loathed being close to him that badly? His dark eyes turned even colder. Prescott reached up, cupping the back of her head, and deepened the kiss without giving her a chance to escape. He'd planned on being gentle, but the second he tasted her lips, all that went out the window. His self-control snapped, and things quickly turned rougher and more intense. Any thoughts of playing it smooth? Gone-completely forgotten. Camila gripped the front of his shirt tightly, too weak to pull away. The pain from before slowly faded, replaced by something else-an overwhelming rush of sensation that made her heart race. She suddenly felt like a drifting leaf in an endless sea, the only anchor being the man in front of her-without him, she'd drown. Closing her eyes, she started to respond, almost instinc